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| WEDNESDAY, AUG. 27, 1911

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By Raeburn Van Buren

KEERECT, POP, VERY KEERECT” RUT ITS

CORNERS WE WANT TO ADVERTISE ITS CRABTREE CORNERS WE WANT 0 MAKE FAMOUS ALL OVER THE WORLD-~

GLORIFY ITS NAME, ("1M THE BGGEST OWNER OF REAL

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With Major Heople

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SERIAL STORY

LESSONS IN LOVE

' By JERRY BRONDFIELD

YESTERDAY, Dugan confronts Hank and Barbara and assures them be had no intention of cheating Hank, although he can’t tell all of the story about his offer from the rival company. Hank apelogires and Dugan walks out. Dugan later shows up Barbara at archery and when he plays pole with the Briar Hill team, Be easily outshines the other players. Hank taunts Barbara about the fdundance of real masculinity on hand.

CHAPTER NINE

BARBARA couldn't help mulling over Uncle Hank's remark as they drove back to Larry's house, “ . . A sample of masculinity which has you begging for mercy Far from it, Uncle Hank, she thought to herself, Far from it, indeed. She yanked the wheel around sharply as they slid into a curve, and Sue squealed. She hag never before given any indication that a man could upset her visibly, and she didn’t intend to start with Dugan Blake Certainly if Larry Grover couldn't disturb her equilibrium, how could this untinseled Oklahoman? And then she remembersd that tinsel and glamor were something she wanted no part of in men, and she became very mad at herself It wasn't like her to think in eircles. It was a hot star-studded night, perfect for a swim, Under the mellow beam of two blue spotlights the water in Larry Grover's pocl looked syrupy cool. Barbara in a golden, sleek-fit-ting one-piece suit looked like a . &ylph as she leaned against the lad|_gder leading to the diving platform. a = 2 LARRY was all eves. “You're like a tonic,” he admitted. “Some times I think I ought to turn on the romance full blast with you." “And sometimes I don't think youre worth the time I.devote to you as it is” she returned. “You're & wretch, Larry Grover, and you know it, but I like you.” “Enough to marry me?” “Is that a proposal?” “Don’t be silly. Just sounding you out in case I make up my mind,” he grinned. Barbara's laugh was full and melodic. “I guess thats what I like about you most. You're always good for a laugh.” He grabbed her wrist. “Let's go in,” he said, nodding toward the water. “Go ahead, I'll join you in a minute. I'm waiting for Sue to bring my bathing cap out. I don't want to spoil this permanent.” She watched Larry plunge into the water. He came up spouting. Someone touched her on the ghoulder. It was Dugan. “I'm going to collect that bet we made,” he said somewhat grimly. Swiftly, but all too late, she remembered their golf wager. 2 2 8 SHE screamed but he already had gcooped her up into his arms. She tried to hang onto his neck but he pried her loose. There was a flash of gold in the glow of the spotlights, and she went sailing up and outward. Even as she flew through the air, she realized that he had handled her 115 pounds as though she were a cork. Then the water closed over her. She came up gasping, her wet hair matting in her eyes. “Oooh, my permanent” she groaned, and from the side of the 1 Sue Bishop, Charley Gilroy and ruce Meade roared at her. A brown body flashed overhead, and Dugan was in the water beside her. “Sorry, couldn't resist it” he grinned. “Anyway, you had it coming, you know." She lunged at him but he laughed mockingly and moved away with a surge of power. Breathless, Barbara swathed hergelf in a huge terry cloth robe. “I thought I was flying,” she said to Sue. “You were flying,” Sue replied. “He could have thrown you all the way across the pool if he had wanted to.” 8 = =

IT WAS HOURS later, when everyone was asleep, that Barbara sat up suddenly in bed. She listened carefully. There it was again. That little noise she had been hearing for the last few minutes. She slipped into her slippers and robe and went to the door. She looked at her watch. Twothirty. Everyone should have been in bed long ago. Curiosity replaced fear as she started down the windstairway. e noise she had heard came

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She opened the kitchen door noiselessly and gaped at what she saw. Dugan Blake, also in robe and slippers, stood at the stove scrambling eggs. . Quietly she tip-toed around to the pantry and picked up a paper bag. She blew it up and returned to the kitchen. Just as Dugan was taki the eggs from the stove, she smash the bag with explosive force. Dugan Blake seemed to leap two feet off the floor. The frying pan struck the edge of the table and bounced back up toward his face. When it was all over, Dugan was spread on the floor, half the eggs in his hair, s 8 ”

BARBARA sat down on the floor. She laughed until it felt as though her sides would split. She looked at him and laughed some more. And then slowly through the eggs on his face he grinned back. “You almost killed me.”

“I should have,” she gasped, but that was close enough for me.” He got to his feet and offered his hand to pull her up after him. “I got hungry,” he said, “and there was only one thing to do about it.” “I suppose I should offer to fix some more eggs for you,” she said. “Okay, I will.” \ “Youre sure you won't poison them?” he seid quizzically. Somehow that should have put her on the defensive again—should have prompted her to another barb and reawakened all her a osity. But it didn't. It felt as though the ice were broken. It was quite unexplainable, but quite nice. She wondered if the same

from the kitchen, and it sounded like the rattling of pans.

Barbara had her answer in a most startling manner. She didn't realize he was behind her until she felt his hands on her shoulders. It was like an electric shock, but it was nothing compared with what followed. Almost in the same movement he turned her around. The next instant he had taken her in his arms, pressed his lips against hers. There was no time to react . . . no time to think of what was happening. All she knew, dimly, was that she was returning his kiss.

(To Be Continued)

(All events, names and characters in this story are fictitious.)

5000 PLAY LEADERS GET WPA TRAINING

WASHINGTON; Aug. 27 (U. P).— Work Projects Commissioner Howard O. Hunter announced today that President Roosevelt has approved a nationwide $5.000,000 WPA project to provide 5000 trained recreation leaders in military. and industrial defense areas. The project, certified by War Secretary Henry L. Stimson as important to national defense, is sponsored by the Federal Security Agency which co-ordinates recreational activities in the defense pro-

duct sports, entertainment, social events, crafts, informal recreation activities and other programs in nearly 350 areas designated by the FSA for defense recreation ac

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THE MARTIALYAIR

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ANEM! THAVE A &00D MIND TO BUY IT AS A WEDDING GIFT FOR WASH AND CAROL

WELL, = You want MY OPINION, I'D CONCENTRATE ON THE HOME PRODUCT /

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